I know it will come to this point of saying goodbye. Hard it may seem, but what is there to hold on? Goodbyes have to be said. Wishes of "till we meet again" have to be painfully wished. Annalena is saying goodbye to Brookings, South Dakota for a much better greener pasture awaiting her in another State.
You probably have read my article about her many months ago. She's my "girl at the student union". People who have read that article wondered of who she really is. I never revealed her name in the article, nor in the couple more that followed after that, but only clues of the way she smiles, walks, talks, how she inspires me, the color of her hair and the joy I secretly entertained that time as I watched her almost everyday at the Student Union.Now, however, there is no keeping-it-to-myself. No secret anymore. She is leaving and I have to leave memories of her behind me. When we had the party last Sunday at my place for her, I couldn't help but think how time tumbled so fast that Anna would be gone in days. I thought of how I lost spending quality moments with her -- maybe at the coffee shop, maybe at church, maybe at a place where we could have enjoyed each other's company.
Last Sunday, I couldn't even look at her straight because I do not want to say goodbye. But I am happy she liked my gift. I gave her a charcoal portrait. I painted her the night before the party from a photo I took a year ago. It turned out okay after spending quite a time visualizing every detail of her face. I want the gift to be memorable. I want her to remember me by. I want her to know that for the short time that we've met and treasured each one as friends, this guy who secretly admires her many months ago is still admiring her today and will forever do.I may leave some memories of her behind me. But the good ones, oh, I rather tag them along with me every single day.
God bless you in all your endeavors, Annalena!Labels: Blogging
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